This is my story and I am the 1 in 7 person that got a diagnosis for a rare Ovarian Cancer Tumor. I am the same person that was told that I couldn't possibly have cancer because of my age. The very same person that was told "we caught it early and you may never experience this again" still fighting.
Laughing out loud in the silence because its not funny no more. Ironic isn't it but some days I just don't want to share tears with the floor...My cries go unnoticed so I must be invisible.. walking around with this baggage and it feels like there...
I remember as children we would say "Will you be my friend?" and the reply was usually "Sure" or "Ok" So now that I am older I have come to learn that there are different levels of friendships some are real and some are a facade for the rest of...
full of hurt and pain that has been buried on top of lies, deceit and hate...she sits staring into the night with tears running down her face.... this wouldn't be the first time she hung her head low and sighed anyone who just stopped and took a...
There was a time she believed in fairytales and had dreams of a picket fence and a handsome prince. She would be a nurse and heal the sick and care for her 2 kids. She had a vision and life was all planned out because she always kept a man...
I am different then that makes it wrong to be who I am.. Maybe I am not so different.. Maybe it's you who doesn't understand. What I been thru to get where I am ..because we all have had mountains to climb or storms to weather.. Don't get me wrong...